I am a pool without moving water
A cup with nothing left in it to drink
Separated, like an egg that cracked and is broken
A traveler, traveling back into life, again.
No refuge to be found for my battered mind
Makes me reflect on things from this life of mine.
I am a winter that’s cold wind blows
When the outside starts to freeze
My ability to thaw starts by praying on my knees. 
I ask for pardon and reprieve
Although I may not deserve it.
I am a storm that is strong and sporadic
Never showing my full potential, manic 
Leaving parts of myself in all I touch.
With my touch comes many things
Could be some lightning, or a hurricane.
I am me,
Just who I am supposed to be.
Sometimes going through life blissfully
But sometimes failing, you see.
Part of making it, in existing
Having a real life, that is worth living.
MwsR ❤
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